Sun-dried cherry moist

deaths in gold sun-lit day

dancing warm shadows

baked in your wet clay

Before you, then I writhe

in cherry-coloured taste

paint me you in red ink

drawn blood in haste

my own, then you

sift through me like sand

twirl me, circle me, you

in the soul of your hand

Taste me, come now

lick salt-flavoured lies

sketch you then shadows

between your charred sighs

Knead me, seek me

you come in the dark

leave me, then you

your own pained mark

Breathe me my moans

you, sang on your tongue

give me little deaths

in cherry-flavoured tones